Listening this morning to that fine performance, I was reminded of my one and only public airing as a singer; I was in the boys' choir for the famous Horenstein/LSO performance fifty years ago, still available on CD.
It triggered a life-long interest in Mahler though, to be honest, at the time we were more interested in the young ladies of the of the Orpington Girls Choir. We were a boys' school.
It was also the only time that a Maestro spoke to me. We had been rehearsing at the Royal Academy and Horenstein was concerned that the boys weren't cutting through the din of a huge orchestra and multiple choirs. I wonder why.
He put his arm on my shoulder as we were leaving for our orange squash and biscuits. "You boys need to eat more porridge," he said.
It was of course Mahler's fault. There were over one hundred of us in the school choir- the chapel choir, the concert choir and anyone who could sing in tune and hadn't reached puberty. I was in that third category.
I now think that Mahler had in mind a horde of street urchins (the cast of Oliver!) rather than sweet-faced choristers.
We were prepared in school by Berthold Goldschmidt , to whom I recall we were rather unkind. Learning later about his struggles as a musician in Nazi Germany and his neglect here in the UK, I felt guilty....I wish I'd been able to say to him all those years ago, "Don't worry, one day, like Mahler, your time will come."
It triggered a life-long interest in Mahler though, to be honest, at the time we were more interested in the young ladies of the of the Orpington Girls Choir. We were a boys' school.
It was also the only time that a Maestro spoke to me. We had been rehearsing at the Royal Academy and Horenstein was concerned that the boys weren't cutting through the din of a huge orchestra and multiple choirs. I wonder why.
He put his arm on my shoulder as we were leaving for our orange squash and biscuits. "You boys need to eat more porridge," he said.
It was of course Mahler's fault. There were over one hundred of us in the school choir- the chapel choir, the concert choir and anyone who could sing in tune and hadn't reached puberty. I was in that third category.
I now think that Mahler had in mind a horde of street urchins (the cast of Oliver!) rather than sweet-faced choristers.
We were prepared in school by Berthold Goldschmidt , to whom I recall we were rather unkind. Learning later about his struggles as a musician in Nazi Germany and his neglect here in the UK, I felt guilty....I wish I'd been able to say to him all those years ago, "Don't worry, one day, like Mahler, your time will come."
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